Recently, I went home for the weekend to attend a friends wedding and left feeling homesick. I've only been gone four months but everyone carries on as if we never left. My friends have continued their shenanigans, my family continues to spend time together, and my brother informed me he found a new best friend. Punch to the gut. Those 24 hours made me long to slide back into the everyday life we had in Fort Worth. It was good. We were happy. Now here we are in Chattanooga and I'm, well, friendless. Maybe I am being a bit melodramatic, after all we do love Chattanooga, but being surrounded by the people I love most made me realize I'm lonely.

While delving into my friendship plight, I stumbled across this Q&A and found myself laughing in agreement. Maybe I should cut myself some slack, realize there are lots of people in my situation, lower my standards, and just be.

I'm curious to know how people makes friends as they get older. If you have a story or some advice let me know.

Feeling sluggish, worn down, tired, and unmotivated was typically how I felt in Fort Worth. Mainly because I was in a rut. Being a native Fort Worthian I became complacent. I didn't take advantage of all the great things it had to offer because in my mind I had been there and done that. Terrible attitude and one that I am trying to learn from.

I talked about moving for a little over four years. At first it was Portland, Oregon because it offered an abundance of outdoor opportunities. I could picture myself living outside with my dog. Taking hikes, hitting the parks, and brunching on patios. I believe it was my mother who might have hinted at the unusually large hipster crowd that had me double guessing. Am I the hipster type? I know this is a huge generalization. Not everyone that lives in Portland is a hipster but it made me really take a closer look at what the city had to offer. The thought of moving was put on the back-burner. Fast-forward a bit to a chance encounter on a Frisbee field where I saw a great looking "soccer player*" who like me had drifted over to Ultimate. A native New Yorker in the South who loved the mountains and me. Once again a move was put into the mix. This time it happened.

Now we are half way between our families trying to navigate a new city and sketch out a rough draft of our future. One that continues to push us to explore Chattanooga, work towards our passions, focus on spending more time outdoors hiking mountains, camping, pursuing new sports, and developing Alex and I into the people we want to be. It hasn't been easy but I am enjoying new challenges and am excited for the first time, in a long time, as to what is to come.

This year I am trying to take better care of myself, physically and mentally. I am eating healthier, drinking a lot of water, and working out but have come to realize that I need to focus on fixing my mentality.

We received this card from my mom Tuesday and it left me feeling appreciative and excited. I survived 2014. Not that I was in danger of not making it through 2014 but it was a challenging year. One that left me feeling beaten and worn down. But here we are in 2015 with the possibilities and hopes a new year brings.